A Novel in 300 parts, give or take. Jasfoup the demon uncovers a zombie problem in Laverstone. What do you do when RentoKill refuse to get involved? Dust off your saber, that's what.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 135.07

“That's
how it is, though, isn't it? You lead a charmed life, or at least
Harold does.” Gillian looked at Harold just long enough to make him
squirm under her gaze. “So what happened this time? Why did the
luck run out? Five years we've been together and never before has
anyone we cared about died.”

“Yes they
have. There was...” Harold looked at Jasfoup for help.

“Penny
Black. She died rather horribly, as I recall. Shoved down a staircase
by one of these very golems we're having trouble with now. She went
through a glass window and got guillotined in half.” He made a face
like sucking a lemon. “Very nasty.”

“Yes.
Her.” Harold made an emphatic nod as an exclamation point.

Gillian
closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “We didn't know her when
she was alive. We only met her because she was an earthbound spirit
who attached herself to Winston.”

“Ah. There
you go. Winston. We cared about him. He was robbing the Manor when we
first met him but we still stopped him from getting killed. He must
be dead by now. I haven't seen his taxi in three or four years.”

“That's
because he runs a garage now. Gaunt Garage?”

Harold shook
his head. “Never heard of it.”

“He still
does odd jobs here and there, though.” Jasfoup seemed distant, as
if he wasn't really paying attention. He turned back to Harold. “What
do you think? Has our luck run out?”

“No!”
Harold almost laughed at the preposterous idea. “Of course not.
We've just decommissioned a hundred golems and thirty or so demons.
Julie was just an unfortunate accident and let's be honest, it was
Devious who killed her, not us. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't
have been burned in the first place.”